The owner of the white truck opens the back. Young dealers swarm around it and flashlights pepper the contents. Robert points his light on a grey Knoll sofa and makes a guttural sound.
"How much on that sofa?" Robert blurts out.
"Three hundred fifty," the owner replies. Robert holds in his astonishment, but the dealers sense it. This is a buy. He turns around and whispers to some guys behind him, "Two Knoll sofas, two Knoll sofas." They try to get in on it but it's too late—someone already has his cash out.
"The exact words out of my mouth were, 'I need a sofa,'" one of the dealers says to Robert wistfully.